“Fuck you, Kester!” I breathed as I slammed my door shot, marching toward the stairs when something caught my attention.
Kester’s door was open.
Kester Hamilton’s door was open!
That was a miracle, I must say. He never ever left his door open, especially after that night I walked in on him taking his bath. After that, he never let such a mistake occur ever again.
His room was like his sacred sanctuary. No one enters. Not even when he was still at the pack house.
Maybe I had seen something to keep me occupied.
I pushed the door open and took in the whole ambiance of the room, biting my lip as a wave of nervousness washed over me.
The moment I stepped inside Kester’s room, it felt like I’d entered another world. The air was thick with the scent of him-sandalwood and something darker, richer, uniquely Kester. The heavy, dark tones of the room matched his brooding personality perfectly.
I closed the door behind me, my pulse quickening at the thought of being in his forbidden space. It was pristine and organized, every item in its place. The bed was massive, with dark sheets neatly tucked, and the walls carried a distinct masculinity-minimalistic, powerful, commanding.
As my gaze wandered, it landed on the corner of the room, dimly lit and almost hidden by the shadows cast by the heavy curtains. There it was. The large picture frame I had noticed last time. Back then, he’d stormed in before I could even get close.
But now, he wasn’t here. And the frame was still there.
My curiosity kicked in, and I slowly approached the corner. My fingers trembled slightly as I reached for the frame, its size and weight making it a bit cumbersome to pull out. The closer I got, the clearer the image became, and the faint outline of a figure began to take form.
My breath caught in my throat.
No.
The frame was… It was a picture… of me. Naked..
I stumbled back, almost dropping it in shock, but my trembling hands managed to hold on. The air left my lungs in a violent rush as my knees threatened to give out beneath me.
My legs felt weak, and I forced myself to carry it to the bed, placing it gently on the dark sheets. My heart pounded as I sat beside it, staring at the image.
I recognized it instantly-the photograph I’d taken two years ago. It was supposed to be private, something I’d done on a whim during a photo shoot with a female photographer. It was tasteful, artistic even. A nude that captured my body in a soft, flattering light, my arms crossed strategically to conceal the most intimate parts of me. I had thought it beautiful, a celebration of myself.
I’d ensured absolute privacy during the shoot. I had stored the picture on my phone, hidden behind a secure password. No one else was supposed to see it. I’d never shared it. Never sent it to anyone. No one knew about it.
How the hell did Kester have it?
Why the fuck does he have a picture of my naked self?
Oh, Selene…
Tears blurred my vision as I stared at the image. Anger, confusion, and a sick feeling churned in my stomach. Kester? He was my brother, for fuck’s sake.
What else does he have down here?
My heart raced, and my stomach twisted at the thought of finding more things that would make me question him even more.
My hands trembled as my gaze darted back to the corner where the frame had been. Something else caught my eye-a box partially hidden in the corner. It was slightly ajar, and the edge of a familiar fabric peeked out.
No.
I stumbled to my feet, my breathing uneven as I walked towards it. The closer I got, the more certain I became. My bikini. The one I’d been looking for all day. The one I thought I’d misplaced.
I reached for the box, pulling it fully into the light. It was heavier than I expected, and when I opened it, my jaw dropped, and my head felt so light.
Inside was a collection of items that made my stomach twist in knots. My bikini was neatly folded on top but beneath it…
“Oh, goddess…”
I yanked the box onto Kester’s bed, my hands shaking as I began emptying its contents. One by one, they came out-pieces of my life, fragments of my privacy that I hadn’t even realized were missing. A pair of lace panties I thought I’d left behind at the packhouse. My favorite bra. A bottle of perfume I’d sworn I’d packed but never found. Trinkets from my childhood-a small bracelet I’d outgrown, a ribbon I used to tie in my hair.
“What the fuck is this?” I whispered, my voice trembling as tears blurred my vision.
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I dropped to my knees beside the bed, staring at the pile of my belongings with a mix of horror and confusion. My mind raced, searching for an explanation, but there was none. None that made sense.
Kester… my brother… had kept all these things. He’d taken them.
I felt sick. My chest tightened, and the room seemed to spin around me.
My hands were still trembling when I noticed a book. It had fallen out of the box, landing near my feet. The leather-bound cover was worn, its edges frayed as though it had been handled countless times. A diary.
I stared at it for what felt like an eternity, my pulse hammering in my ears. Fear clawed at my insides, twisting and tightening until I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t want to pick it up. Whatever was inside that diary, I knew it wouldn’t make anything better. It would make it worse. So much worse.
But I couldn’t leave it untouched. Not after everything I’d already uncovered.
My fingers hesitated before finally reaching for it. Slowly, I opened it to the first page.
My name stared back at me, written in Kester’s familiar handwriting.
MINE.
I flipped to the next page, my fingers trembling so hard I nearly tore it.
“I took the ribbon she wore today. She looked so perfect in it. I couldn’t help myself. It still smells like her. I kept it in my box. My secret. She can never know.”
My heart stopped. The ribbon. I thought I’d lost it years ago.
I slapped the book shut, squeezing my eyes closed as my breathing grew ragged. My hands clenched the diary so tightly that my knuckles turned white.
No. No, this couldn’t be real.
But it was.
I forced my eyes open and turned another page. This time, there was a crude drawing-of me. My face, my hair, and my smile were sketched with an almost obsessive level of detail.
“I don’t know when it began, this maddening fixation on her smile. It’s as if the world stops when she laughs, and I am the only one lucky enough to hear it. She’s sunlight in a world that… I no longer recognize. But how do I touch the sun without burning us both?”
“I know it’s wrong. Gods, I know it. But how can something that feels so real, so consuming, be wrong? I can’t stop thinking about her. The way her hair falls, the way she looks at me without knowing what I see in her eyes. She’s too close and yet untouchable.”
It seemed as if, as the years went by, whatever sick feelings he had for me began to grow darker.
“I can’t help but watch her when she’s asleep. I know it’s wrong, but I can’t stop myself from peeping through the hole I had carved on my wall. The way her chest rises and falls with each breath, the softness of her lips as they part-Selene, I ache to kiss them, to taste that sweet innocence before she knows what I’m capable of. My hand itches to reach out, to touch her skin, feel the warmth of her, but I won’t. Not yet. I won’t ruin her, not yet.”
“I dream about her at night. Her soft body pressed against mine, her mouth on my neck, my hands tracing the lines of her body, feeling every inch of her. She moans under my touch, and I can’t stop myself from wanting more. I want to hear her beg for me, want me like I want her. I can’t wait for that moment when I take her, when she’s finally mine.”
“I’ve imagined us alone, locked in a room where nothing but our hunger for each other matters. She doesn’t know it, but I’ve seen her naked in my mind more times than I can count. I wonder what it would feel like to trace my fingers along the lines of her body, to kiss every inch of her until she’s shaking. I want to see her break, watch her fall apart in my arms as I take everything she’s been holding back.”
“Kester…” I whispered as if he could hear me through the diary. My trembling hand covered my mouth to stifle the sob that almost broke out. My heart couldn’t take this.
“Today, as she wore that flimsy bikini, swimming in the pool and thinking she was alone in the house, I pictured myself behind her, my hands gripping her hips, pulling her back against me. I want to feel her body move with mine, feel her heat as I bury myself inside her. I wonder what she tastes like, how her skin would feel under my mouth, the soft pressure of her thighs around me as I push deeper. I’m already so hard for her, it’s unbearable. She doesn’t even know what she’s doing to me, but I can’t stop. I have to have her.”
“Ha!” I stifled another cry that almost escaped my trembling lips. No.
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